All Chapters of Sexting the Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dave’s POVI stepped back into the restaurant, trying to steady my breathing. What I was going to tell her was already in my mind, rehearsed over and over. Yet the moment my eyes hit her face, even from the distance of the front door where I stood, my heart slowly broke apart.Life has a strange way of humbling a man. Even the most dangerous criminal in the whole wide world has moments when he wishes things were not the way they had become. There are times he wishes the situations that shaped him into a criminal never happened, and that he was one of the good guys the city has as a citizen.That was exactly how I felt right now. I wished I was never involved in my illegal business. I wished I never owned it, and I wished I never had to keep lying to Sarah. The thoughts weighed heavily on my chest as I walked deeper into the restaurant.Giving up on that lifestyle was an option, yes, but if I gave up, how was I supposed to continue sponsoring my lifestyle? I had real responsibilities n

Abraham’s POV“Shit!” I cursed immediately, seeing what was happening right in front of me. My heart stumbled in my chest because the scene unfolding below didn’t look like a normal business. It looked more like a hidden hub where women were being laundered for sex.Everything about it felt wrong.The guards placed in each corner of the warehouse were alert, scanning every movement with a strictness that showed they’d done this many times before. The girls lined up in a rough queue, heading toward what looked like helicopters stationed in the far distance. Their short outfits exposed too much skin, each of them looking shaken, nervous, or just empty.And then there was him.The way he looked at the girls—his eyes moving slowly over them as though he was scrutinising them carefully before allowing them into the line. The intensity of his stare made it clear he didn’t want any mistake, not one, no matter what.I had already taken and filmed some clips of the scene, but I wanted more. So

Abraham’s POV“You have twenty seconds,” her voice was strict and firm.I swallowed hard the moment she spoke, feeling as though I was about to do the hardest thing in my entire life. Telling her that the person she newly trusted, the person she was now in a relationship with, was someone who could not be trusted felt like I was simply hating on them. It felt like I was trying to make her dislike him, and I had been fighting within myself, trying to make sure my intentions were not misunderstood.But if I claimed to love her, I had to tell her the truth I had seen, no matter the cost, right?I adjusted my suit, trying to ground myself. I tapped my phone screen, needing something to do with my hands so I would not tremble. The screen swiped open brightly and I went into my phone gallery, my breath tightening.“I am not going to say much. But Dave is not whom you think he is.”I stretched my hand toward her, offering the phone because I wanted her to see it herself rather than hear it f

Dave’s POVI stepped back into my villa and shut the door behind me. The silence greeted me instantly, thick and heavy, the kind that followed a stressful day like a shadow that refused to leave. It had been exhausting, mentally draining in a way that even money could not fix. A day like that deserved reward, didn’t it?Outside, the night sky was adorned with stars, scattered like fragments of broken glass across the darkness, and the giant moon hung low and bright. If this world were truly the world of werewolves, we would have all turned aright by now, kneeling beneath that moon, presenting ourselves before the moon goddess. The thought amused me briefly. Power always looked beautiful under moonlight.“Leave now, Ferdinand,” I instructed immediately as I stepped into my living room, loosening my collar.“Yes, sir,” he answered with a low bow, respectful as always.“But before you leave,” I added, stopping him halfway, “call me Emmanuella. I need her through the night.”“Of course, s

Abraham’s POVThe moment I sent the clips to Sarah and watched her turn and walk back inside her house, something deep inside me tightened. I stood there for a second longer than necessary, staring at the door she disappeared through, hoping she would come back out. But she didn’t.I knew it.The realization hit me slowly, painfully. I was repeatedly convinced within me that she was broken, even though she tried her best to hide it. The sadness she carried was no longer something she could mask with silence or composure. It showed in the way she walked away, in the way her shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world had finally settled on her back.She was someone who used to be my wife. Because of that, it was easy for me to read her like I was reading a book. I knew her pauses. I knew her quiet moments. I knew what it meant when she didn’t explode the way people expected her to.To be candid, I had expected a completely different reaction from her.I thought that by showing her